2 deceptions

the first deception (if a baby isn't crawling to your breasts) is to turn all your poems into June leaves

that way when someone reads the veins of your suffering body, they will have the same epiphany from

the spirit world you roamed with your acrylic nails reset and your Brazillian sew-in flowing and it is

morning and the Africans haven't put their incense out on wooden tables yet and the sleepy eyed teens

who work at McDonalds, remembering the branches outside the window, will make your Egg McMuffin like the face

of the child left on the floor of their bathroom. The second one

is to fill your pockets with paper straws, not the plastic ones that snapping turtles get caught in the webbing

of their feet or sea birds ingest thinking they are the juicy backs of snails. But truth be told, I have never seen

a snapping turtle but I had a green once when I was younger than this that smelled awful, was undemanding and looked away when I tried to

put the romaine lettuce near it's nose and when it died

(in it's sleep my mother said to cheapen the heartache of loss) we carried it over our heads to the yard

with a spoon for a shovel and the moon as our scripture. She sensed that I needed to breath as she

needed a way to tame the invisible sadness(es) of this life yet to come. Nothing is born to this world that doesn't deserve some

prophesy......Nothing!

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i seem to have an epiphany every time i read you...i find something in me to ponder...about life and my connection with it.
ah turtles...snapping turtles, i have seen several, and yes, they will not invite you for a cup of coffee...
those green ones...the pet store kind...they can be a bit aloof as well
but then people are the same, and there some we probably wish to bury in the back yard with that spoon.
j.

[h d e rushin]

Jacob, I share with you the spirit of contemplating my friend. Everything you write is lamentable. thanks for finding this and for your kind words....dana

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful words and thoughts shared dear friend.
"She sensed that I needed to breath as she
needed a way to tame the invisible sadness(es) of this life yet to come. Nothing is born to this world that doesn't deserve some
prophesy......Nothing!"
I agree with the above lines. Life is possibilities and wonder. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dearest Coyote.....dana

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Dana.

[Robert Trakofler]

deceptions in your perceptions of blanketing the prognostications with sweetness didn't change your conceptions of your being! Somehow I think this would not of been possible all the sweetness of your mothers trying aside you were A born examiner and witness dear Rushin! Very evocative write here

[h d e rushin]

thank you Bad for those kind comments...dana

[redzone]

I guess we all do get prophesy Dana, but I think it depends a lot on what path you take in life after you have found out that life doesn't really care about us one bit and we are faced with a life of hardship and misery... where we choose things not so much based on what we would like to see, but on the limits that we find blocking our paths...

not sure if you will see my comparison, but both deceptions reminded me of Toni Morrison's 'Beloved" and the "invisible sadness(es)" of the ghost baby, who was better off dead, than being a slave... for me though I would choose a 'prophesy' of resistance and revolution....

Dana, your poems are a wild adventure and one that is enjoyable to engage in.... makes my imagination tingle... thank you for this...

[h d e rushin]

thank you redzone for stopping by to visit me again my friend...dana

[emmajoy]

Life and the ever might be, dana? Guess we all experience deceptions, self-made and rarely forgiven. Or there are those we come across or experience knowing they are what they weren't intended or, were just for the hell of it! Deception discovered seems to make even the lost feel manic or numb,.

You really do know how to raise the bar, put your reads in places where quite a few would be lost a while, Can't help but wonder where it all comes from, dana? As to where the sadness comes from, we know, dont we, that tis already there, waiting to be found,, a destiny or fate or failing lost before it was found.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dearest love emmajoy for those kind remarks my friend...dana